Raimonda sirdī virmoja nemiers, kad viņš soļoja pa Vecrīgas šaurajām ieliņām.

Raimonda's heart was filled with unrest as he walked through the narrow streets of Vecrīga.

Pavasaris bija atnācis ar spožu sauli un siltumu, un pilsēta dzīvoja Lieldienu noskaņās.

Spring had arrived with bright sunshine and warmth, and the city was alive with the spirit of Easter.

Apkārt bija izrotātas olas, un māju fasādes smaidīja puķēs.

Around him were decorated eggs, and the house facades smiled with flowers.

Raimonds bija ceļā uz vecvecāku māju, kur bija plānota ģimenes sanāksme, lai svinētu vectēva astoņdesmito dzimšanas dienu.

Raimonds was on his way to his grandparents' house, where a family gathering was planned to celebrate his grandfather's eightieth birthday.

Tas bija svarīgs notikums.

It was an important event.

Vectēvs vienmēr bija uzstājis uz ģimenes kopību un tradīcijām.

Vectēvs had always insisted on family unity and traditions.

Raimonds zināja, ka viņš ar savu izšķiršanos to varētu satricināt.

Raimonds knew that his decision could shake things up.

Viņš vēlējās paziņot, ka vēlas doties strādāt ārzemēs, nevis pievienoties ģimenes uzņēmumam.

He wanted to announce that he wished to go work abroad instead of joining the family business.

"Labrīt, Raimond!

"Good morning, Raimond!"

" Inese sveicināja viņu uz mājas sliekšņa.

Inese greeted him at the doorstep.

Viņa bija Raimonda māsa, vienmēr priecīga un sirsnīga.

She was Raimonds' sister, always cheerful and warm-hearted.

"Dace jau ir iekšā, palīdz ar sagatavošanām.

"Dace is already inside, helping with preparations.

Vectēvs priecājas tevi redzēt.

Grandfather is happy to see you."

"Ienākot iekšā, Raimonds sajuta pazīstamo smaržu – tas bija mammas ceptais pīrāgs.

Upon entering, Raimonds sensed a familiar smell—his mom's freshly baked pie.

Visi jau bija sanākuši – tēvs, māte, tantes un onkuļi.

Everyone had already gathered—father, mother, aunts, and uncles.

Bija laiks svinēt.

It was time to celebrate.

Taču Raimonds sāka justies arvien nervozāks.

However, Raimonds started to feel increasingly nervous.

Vakara gaitā vectēvs pacēla glāzi un teica: "Ģimene ir mūsu spēks.

As the evening progressed, grandfather raised a glass and said, "Family is our strength.

Paldies jums, ka esat šeit.

Thank you for being here.

Kopā mēs esam stipri, un mūsu tradīcijas ir svarīgas.

Together we are strong, and our traditions are important."

" Šie vārdi saspieda Raimonda sirdi.

These words squeezed Raimonds' heart.

Cik gan grūti bija pateikt viņiem par savām vēlmēm?

How difficult it was to tell them about his wishes.

Kad svinības beidzās un cilvēki sāka izklīst, Raimonds piegāja pie vecākiem.

When the celebration ended and people began to disperse, Raimonds approached his parents.

"Mammu, tēti, es vēlos ar jums parunāt.

"Mom, Dad, I want to talk to you."

"Viņa balss bija mierīga, bet pārliecinoša.

His voice was calm but confident.

Raimonds izstāstīja par saviem plāniem doties uz ārzemēm, lai atrastu savu ceļu.

Raimonds explained his plans to go abroad to find his own path.

Vecāki klausījās uzmanīgi.

The parents listened attentively.

Tēvs nopietni pievērsās dēlam: "Svarīgi, lai tu sevi ieliec arī šajā izvēlē.

Father seriously turned to his son: "It's important that you put yourself into this choice as well.

Mēs tev uzticamies, Raimond.

We trust you, Raimond."

"Raimonds juta atvieglojumu.

Raimonds felt relieved.

Viņš saprata, ka pat spēcīgam ģimenes sakņu tīklam ir jāļauj augt jaunus zarus.

He realized that even a strong web of family roots needs to allow new branches to grow.

"Paldies.

"Thank you.

Es cienu tradīcijas, bet man jāatrod sava vieta," viņš apskāva vecākus.

I respect traditions, but I need to find my place," he said as he hugged his parents.

Pavasaris Rīgas ielās ziedēja, un Raimonds, smejies ar māsām un draugiem, saprata, ka ir pieņēmis pareizo lēmumu – būt pašam, neaizmirstot savas saknes.

Spring bloomed in the streets of Rīga, and Raimonds, laughing with his sisters and friends, understood he had made the right decision—to be himself, without forgetting his roots.